Schooled
By: DevinelyIntervened
Michael was finding life as a college student dull and tedious. He had only signed up for the classes he believed his father would approve of. Even though he hated them he was going to keep going.
Michael sighed. He glanced down at his watch and gave a groan. His class started in 15 minutes and it was across campus. With a miserable look he sprinted across the courtyard and down the pathway. As he ran, he checked his watch again to catch the time to see if he could make it on time, he ran into someone. Both persons fell to the ground in a flurry of pappers and books. Rubbing his back in an annoyed fashion michael began his verbal lashing, his eyes going towards the offenders face and stopped. His mouth hung open in a begining of an insult that never made it. Infront of him was the cutest male he had ever scene. Light brown almost dirty blonde cropped hair, light skin with a hint of freckles and a body that women would kill for. But the most stand out-ish thing was those big green eyes, that held so much emotion.
Feeling foolish Michael quickly appologized and started to help the boy clean up the papers. The papers themselves had drawing and words that looked foreign to him. The appearence of a picture of an enguine cleared all of it up. This kid was in an engineering class.
With a final appology the kid gave a shy smile to michael before starting to walk off. Michael panicked and grabbed the boys arm, halting him from going any farther. The kid gave a confused almost irritated look, before asking what Michael wanted.
Michael flushed and said he wanted to ask what his name was. The other still had a suspicious look but offered up the name Dean Winchester. giving Michael a bitch face asked him the very same question. Michael gave a grin and repled Michael Novak.
With that Dean tugged his arm back before giving a quick goodbye walking away to the dorms. Michael watched him walk away with a hint of a blush. Standing for a moment a nagging thought nudged him. Wasn't he forgetting something?
OH SHIT! CLASS! How could he have forgotten? A glance in the direction Dean went answered that question. Michael nipped that thought in the bud and made a mad dash for class, which he was ubber late for now.
Though as an after though Michael reasoned later, this wouldn't be the last they saw of each other. He guessed you could have called it Fate.